Chapter 15 #2
Up and down. Up and down. Around and around.
As all my blood rushes south, the sensations become more heightened. More pronounced. More exquisite.
I groan helplessly. Overcome with pleasure. Sparks igniting behind my eyelids.
His tongue caresses me with feelings. With ecstasy and euphoria. Tracing over me with reverence and obvious delight.
Ginni loves working my cock. He loves the taste of it. The feel. This is far from a chore for him. And I’m amazed at what the difference feels like. I don’t think I can ever go back to having my cock sucked unenthusiastically. Not now that I know how it feels to be worshipped.
I groan again. Deeper. Louder. With even less shame.
Ginni has reached the tip of my very hard cock. His clever little tongue flicks at my slit, and I see stars.
I need his soft lips. Need them to wrap around me and roll gently down. All the way down. I need all of me to be inside Ginni, and I need it now.
I growl in confusion as his tongue leaves me. I open my eyes and glare at him.
He smirks at me, and places something on my cockhead.
“Is that a cock ring?” I exclaim.
“Hmm mm,” he nods. “I know they should go on when soft, but I got excited. This is a nice stretchy one, so it should be fine.” The tip of his tongue pokes out between his plump lips. “I think so, anyway.”
“Ginni!” I warn.
His hand moves, and the tight silicone starts rolling down my length. I grunt. He stops and adds a dollop of lube. Then his hand moves ruthlessly until the cock ring is snug around my base.
“There!” he declares in triumph.
“Ginni…”
“Sssh! The live stream is about to begin.”
My mouth shuts so quickly my jaw clicks. He cannot be serious. Oh heaven help me, this cannot be happening. I am a feared mafia man. I can’t be on twitch chained naked to a femboy’s bed, with a bloody cock ring on!
Wherever the bloody camera is pointing, it’s far, far too close for comfort.
I pull on my chains, but it is no good. Ginni has made sure my new position is just as secure as my old one was.
Ginni’s hand disappears under his absurdly short skirt. He squirms and then his hand returns with a butt plug. The little menace loves having his hole filled. And it is giving me serious flashbacks to our so-called wedding night.
He flashes me another malevolent smile, and turns around to face his computer. I watch in dismay as my new reality unfolds.
When he said he was going to sit on my lap, he really meant it. And there is nothing I can do to stop it. Even worse is the fact that I’m not entirely sure I do want to stop it. Getting to enjoy Ginni’s ass again doesn’t seem all that terrible.
His evil little fingers take a hold of me and hold me steady. He wriggles a little. Then he starts to sink down. Letting my cock slide into his silken heat.
My lungs stutter. My heart races. Pleasure curls my toes.
Fuck. He feels so damn good. So incredibly good. If he were a drug, I’d seriously worry about getting addicted.
Noise fills the basement bedroom. I blink with disorientation. What is happening?
Oh lord. The livestream has begun. Ginni has pulled the computer desk right up to the foot of the bed. His hands are on the brightly lit keyboard, and he is fully facing the screen.
And his tight little ass is on my cock.
This feral little brat is talking to his followers while stuffed with my cock. It’s insane. It’s ludicrous. I’ve never heard of anything like it.
Wait. Oh no. My little unhinged twink isn’t moving. He is just sitting here. Warming my cock, keeping it inside him, but not moving.
He is trying to kill me.
He is going to succeed.
I close my eyes and bite my bottom lip. I can’t make a noise. No one can know I’m here. They can’t see me, so I can’t give the game away by making a sound.
I need to stare at the ceiling. Think unpleasant thoughts. Think of anything I can to get my cock to go down. Though with the cock ring on, that’s going to be difficult. My little menace has thought of everything, as usual.
He starts chatting away to his followers. I can’t hear them, and maybe they are sending messages rather than talking into his headphones. Whatever the cause, the result is unnerving. Ginni is babbling away to people I can’t see or hear, about things that are far beyond my comprehension.
Cristo. When did I get so old?
He wriggles a little, and it takes everything I have not to groan. He pauses for a moment, and I just know he has figured out just how much he is torturing me.
I hold my breath and try to clear my mind. Try to focus on anything that is not Ginni’s tight little ass encasing my cock but not moving.
Eternity passes. Universes die and are reborn. Sweat drips off my brow. The torture and humiliation is endless.
“Ooh!” Ginni says suddenly and out of nowhere, the exclamation making me flinch. “So exciting!”
He bounces up and down. Up and down. Fucking himself on my cock while live to his hundred thousand followers. Pretending he is just bouncing in excitement.
Up and down. Up and down. Tight and hot. Friction and pressure.
I gurgle as my orgasm detonates. It burns through me devastating in its intensity. A wildfire that obliterates everything in its path.
My cock spurts and spurts, filling Ginni’s tight little hole with my cum.
He sighs. A happy little sigh. His thighs quiver slightly. And then he continues talking to his followers.
He is such a fucking brat.
I heave in a shaky breath. The oxygen feels good, but all my muscles are still trembling and shaking. I’m tingling all over with aftershocks.
That was the most intense orgasm of my life. But one thing has become perfectly clear. Nobody can treat me like this and get away with it. Nobody.
I’m going to have to kill him.